Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.